Subject: Strange Man: "Waxing Lust"
by SD

Part 1

<A hand closes over your mouth while another snakes around your
elbows>

Hello, Ty.  I trust this is a surprise; the poodles are becoming
easily bribed. <dragging you across the room while speaking>

<You are shoved into a chair; on a tray on the table by the chair
are one of your weapons and one of your blindfolds; I move across
the room from you>

Please take a moment and examine your pistol, Ms. BeatMeForHours.
Satisfied that it's loaded and functional ?  Now put it back on
the tray.  I want you to make a choice.  You can choose which of
those implements you next pick up.  Obviously, if you select the
gun, you will be in control.  The implements in my toybag will leave
little doubt as to my intentions; if you opt to kill me now no one
will question that you were defending yourself against a pervert
who intended to rape and torture you.  Which will be the truth.
If you select the the blindfold, it will be the last free act you
perform until I decide I'm done with you.  The only things I will
gurantee you are that I will hurt you, and I will rape you.  I will
not gurantee that I will *ever* release you, or that you will not be
traumatized or crippled or disfigured, or even that you will survive.
Select the blindfold, and you become a powerless subject of my will,
without rights or recourse, with which I will do whatever I please.
Whether you opt to be compliant will, I suppose, remain your free
choice, but believe me when I tell you that one way or the other,
you *will* obey.  Now, make your choice, please.

Very good.  Please put it on. and keep your hands behind your head
until further notice.  Oh, yes, please remove your shoes and socks;
yes, you may move your hands, but restore put them back behind your
head when you're finished.  Consider that the default position for
your hands; unless you're told to place them elsewhere, or given an
order that requires you to use them, or they are placed in restraints,
your hands should be behind your head.

Now Get on your knees.  Touch your forehead to the floor, and hold
that position while I safely stow your firearms - if your freedom
is ever restored, your weapons will be returned - and get the rest
of my toys & assets. <places a snall container full of whiskey on
your entwined fingers>  I'm sure you realize that if you move even
slightly at least some of this will spill, and there won't be
anything you can do to replace it - you don't have any of this brand
on the premises - or get the smell off you hands or hair before I
return.

<sprinkles meat powder liberally on the soles of your bare feet,
and lets the poodles into the room>  Need I mention that you *will*
be punished if any of that is split ?

Part 2

<taking container from your hands and sitting down>  Hmmm.
Nicely done, Ty.  Pity you aren't more ticklish, as I was so
looking forward to the punishment I had planned for you for
getting whiskey on yourself.  Of course, now I shall have to
punish you for ruining my plans.  Stand up.  Face me <fondles your
breasts.  Do you have anything to say for yourself ?  No ?  Good.
Nothing you could have said would have made any difference.  Turn
around, and fold your arms across themselves behind your back.
Good.  <tapes your arms together>.

Lay across my lap <bare hand fondles bare buttocks>.  Perhaps it's
just as well that we start with a nice, simple spanking <putting
leather glove on right hand>.  It shall get more imaginative, I
assure you. <seizes your hair behind your head tightly in left
hand, taps buttocks, then begins spanking, hard and then harder,
at first alternating rhythmically between the cheeks, later
striking more randomly and arhythmically, and occasionally hitting
the upper thighs, or landing blows that hit across the bottom of
both ass cheeks>.  Your ass is getting nice and red <removes glove;
runs hand over your buttocks> Ah, yes, very nice <resumes spanking
with bare hand>  This feels wonderful, for me, at least <returning
to a rhythmic spanking of alternating asscheeks, with regular intervals
of fondling and fingering>.

Sit up <pulling you up, positioning you facing me, legs spread, across
my thighs>  Did that hurt ?   Good  <stroking, then flicking, your
nipples>  As will this <twisting your nipples, hard, then gently licking
them, and softly fingering them, before twisting them again, then
gently licking and kissing them, nibbling gently on your left nipple
before moving to your right and soft licking it, then gently nibbling
on it, then biting it, hard>  It sounded like that hurt <softly stroking
the throbbing nipple>  Would you like me to do it again <stroking left
nipple with index finger>  No ?  Perhaps I can think of something else
to do <opening trousers, applying condom, and taking your thighs to
position you properly>  If I'm sufficiently distracted I won't be quite
as intent on hurting you, Ty.  Can you think of a way to keep me
distracted <you begin moving up and down on my cock>  That may work, dear.
Yes, it's working.  <you slow down>  Trying to make this last, dear ?
Bright girl.  But don't let me get bored, or I might notice how
delightfully red your nipple is <you add some lateral motion>  Ahhh...
What nipple.  Hmmm....  nice.   Ohh, this nipple <biting hard>.  Perhaps
you'd prefer they weren't such tempting targets <repositioning you so
your back is to me>  Get back to work <you start moving again, as my
hands fondle your breasts and I alternate kissing your neck and shoulders
and head with biting your neck.  Faster  Good  Harder HARDER FASTER
<pulling you off and throwing you to the floor>  You seemed to be
enjoying yourself.  We can't have that, can we ?  <grapping you by the
hair and pulling your head to my crotch>  Spread your knees wide, Ty;
no fun friction for you.  Now suck me <moving your head back and forth>
Good Good  OK, you're the prisoner, you do the work <releasing your
head>  Good  Keep it up  It beats getting beaten, eh ?  Whether it's
better than beating depends on one's context <begins gently slapping
your face as your head withdraws>  Ahh, it's hard to improve on this,
one could say.  <graps you by the hair and pulls your head back, running
fingers over your face and neck>.  Sooo <panting>... let's not be in
too big a rush.  We don't want this session to reach it's climax, so
to speak, so early.  There's so much I plan to do to you, and I'm going
to enjoy it all.



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